Spoil Yourself at the Spa: Better than a Single-Malt Scotch
by Paul Kennebeck
Editor’s Note: With Valentine’s Day approaching, The Docket thought it would be fun to go beyond the standard "what to get your sweetie" article and explore the world of self-indulgence and pampering through the eyes of unlikely suspects. With some arm-twisting, four of our male Docket writers agreed to step up to the challenge and visited a local spa for a treatment assigned to them. Learn about their experiences, which explore spa treatments both men and women can enjoy. Thanks to Bella Fiore Day Spa, Revive Spa, Indulgences Day Spa and Spa Universaire for donating their services for the sake of a good story.
I have to admit, I was a bit apprehensive about the request for me to get a massage, but after some desperate pleas from my editor I acquiesced. I rarely feel like I have the time to get away from the office, so I opted for the "mini-massage" at Revive Spa, located right by the DBA offices on the southeast corner of 19th and Pennsylvania.
The essence of a terrific massage might have something to do with the complete submissiveness required to put oneself under the hands of a dominating masseuse who is kneading one’s naked spine. But I haven’t read much Freud, so I’m not sure.
While there’s probably no such thing as a bad massage — unless you’re in Abu Ghraib or Gitmo — the delicious sense of relaxation and calm that resulted from my visit lasted all the way back to the office, right up until the time the phone started ringing again.
I think the essence of a terrific massage has something to do with ambience: aromas (of, what? juniper, thyme, rose, all mixed together), candles flickering, oils rubbed into the muscles (the fat?) of the body, and the expert kneading of muscle groups whose sole purpose usually is to ache. Apparently muscle groups can be your friend. Muscle groups just need a massage.
When I stepped inside Revive, I entered a refuge from the world. The ambience was soothing, the fragrance pleasing, the lighting indirect, and the waiting area comfortable with a pitcher of ice water and soothing artwork that changes monthly.
I sat in the comforting waiting area and reviewed a questionnaire asking about any frightening illnesses the masseuse should be aware of. I denied possessing any such illnesses and was led to a massage table by a wonderful masseuse, Nicole, who owns the establishment with her husband. Nicole was expert in doing something I could never do (with maybe one or two exceptions): rub one’s hands over the naked back of a complete stranger.
Whatever she did, I enjoyed. I began to understand why people have regular massages. It was quickly evident there are ways to make one feel good besides drinking single-malt scotch.
Revive Spa sells products I didn’t know existed. They serve a purpose for which I didn’t know there was. I know nothing about skin care, skin products, oils and herbs — which, I’m told by my friends, is self-evident. I know nothing about massages. I’m out of touch. (Pardon the pun.) All the skin products and services I need— facials, pedicures, manicures, waxing, tanning, makeovers — are available inside these soothing rooms.
It is wise to escape from the rigors of the world. Demonstrate your wisdom by entering Revive Spa.
Find Revive Spa at 500 E. 19th Ave., (303) 284-2550, or http://www.revivespadenver.com.